Impractical Jokers Requests Book Two

Sal x Q (Water Torture)

Request sent in from @dm4487

SMUT WARNING!

Third Person POV

"W-What? This was a fucking punishment?!" Sal yelled, as he threw his arms about in frustration. He pointed to the child that held the water gun responsible. "I am completely soaked through, and these are new sneakers!"

"Sal, would you calm the hell down! It's a punishment, get over it already." Murr responded. Sal glared at the man, before running his thumb and forefinger across his eyebrows. He sighed deeply, as he looked at the trio.

"When we came here today, was it a punishment?" He asked. Q, Murr, and Joe shook their heads no, as a smirk sprawled across each of their faces. Sal chucked the coffee cup that held a hidden microphone inside to the ground, as he stormed off to his car, immediately making his way home. Q ran after him, trying to calm him down, but he was too late. He watched, as Sal's car sped off into the distance back to his home, their home. Q slumped his shoulders, as Joe came up behind him, placing a hand to his shoulder.

"Don't worry about it bud, he'll get over it soon, I'm sure." Joe said supportively, trying to comfort him. Q jolted his shoulder away from Joe, as he sighed deeply. He looked at Joe, the sadness in his brown eyes evident.

"Easy for you to say, Joey. I've got to put up with his sassy ass until this blows over." Q frowned. Joe pulled him into a hug, not knowing exactly how to respond. Q was right though, he did have to put up with it more, seeing as he lived with Sal, and they were together. "Guess I should gets to walking, I want to be home before nightfall." Q joked, his smile soon fading away.

"Nonsense, I'll drop you off home, I've got to take the ferret back anyway. Come on, let's get out of here."

The two of them walked back over to the crew, as Murray was trying to apologise to the mother of the boy. She was thankfully very nice, and didn't mind Sal's outburst towards her son. She admitted that she probably would have done the same. Joe took Murr and Q back home, dropping Murray off at his apartment first, before making his way over to Q and Sal's residence. He parked up outside, as Q sat there, hesitant to move from his seat.

"Bud, he'll be fine in a while. The longer you wait, the more pissed off he'll be. You know what Sal's like, he's got to have his dramatic outburst, but he always moves on in the near future." Joe comforted, as Q nodded along to his words. Q took a deep breath, before braving the Sal he was about to face. Sure, he hated knowing that he had upset Sal in any way, but at the same time, it was just a punishment for the show. He didn't mean any harm by it. Q watched, as Joe drove away, leaving him stood there outside his own front door. Q slowly opened the door, stepping into the house. He slipped his shoes off, before making his way into the living room. Sal was sat on the sofa, scrolling through his phone. Q took a seat beside him, witnessing Sal scoot further away from him. Q moved slightly closer, as Sal once again moved further across the sofa. Q moved a second time, as Sal was practically sat on the armrest.

"Sal, I don't think you can move any further." Q chuckled, his smile soon fading, as Sal ignored him, his eyes glued to his phone screen. "Sal...I said I don't think you can-"

"I heard you, Brian." Sal muttered. Q pondered for a minute, Sal only ever called him his first name whenever he was really pissed off with him. Q went to place his hand against Sal's thigh, before it was batted away. Q looked anywhere in the room but Sal, as he felt his glare bury into him. Sal sighed deeply, knowing that Q wasn't going to give in until he started talking to him. "What do you want, Brian?"

"I wanted you to hear me out." Q replied. Sal slipped his phone into his pocket, rolling his eyes as he did so. Q swivelled round to face Sal, his brown eyes soaking in all of his features. "I-I'm...we're sorry about the punishment. We thought that it'd just be a laugh, we didn't think that you'd react like this. I love you, Sal. You know that. What can I do to make you forgive me at least?" Q sighed. Sal puffed his cheeks, as he raised an eyebrow at Q. He sat up from the sofa, as he contemplated an idea.

"A blowjob..." He nonchalantly stated. Q looked at him, his eyebrows crossing. Had he heard him right?

"A-A blow-...Sal, you can't be serious." Q nervously chuckled. Sal looked at him seriously. This was not a joke to him. Q nibbled at his bottom lip, before his eyes locked with Sal's. "Fine."

A small smirk pulled at Sal's lips, as he sat back, unbuckling his belt. Q slowly unzipped his jeans, as his hand fished through the peephole in his boxers, pulling out his length. Sal hoisted his hips up slightly, as he lowered his jeans down, getting himself comfortable. Q looked at him, his eyes questioning if this is really what he wanted to do. Sal nodded, as he watched Q slowly lower himself down. His lips soon wrapped around his tip, his tongue licking its way across his slit. Sal threw his head back against the sofa, as Q took the whole of him in his mouth. His head bobbed up and down, the sound of his lips smacking together dancing into Sal's ears. He could feel his climax slowly build, as Q continued to suck him off gently. Q brought his hand up to his balls, as he fondled with them, causing a fluttering sensation to erupt in Sal's stomach. Sal ran his hand up Q's back, before his fingers soon became entangled in his luscious, jet black locks of hair. He pushed himself further into his mouth, letting his tip smack the back of Q's throat.

"Fuck, yes..." Sal moaned out loud, as Q's head continued to bob up and down his length. Q rolled his eyes, was this seriously what he was doing to get Sal to forgive him? This was ridiculous. Sal was on the verge of coming, when he felt Q pull away to catch his breath. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Sal yelled out, as he pushed Q's head back down into his groin. Q coiled his hand around his girth, before his lips soon met with Sal's dick once more. He felt his dick pulsate against his lips, and before he knew it, Sal was spilling into him. Q sat up, swallowing profusely, as he wiped his mouth clean. Sal devilishly smirked, as Q looked at him, his face showing no emotion.

"Happy now?" Q sulked, as he slumped back against the sofa. Sal tucked himself back into his jeans, buckling his belt back up, before he looked at Q. He leant across, placing a kiss to his cheek.

"Very." He smiled. Sal could sense Q's uneasiness, as he twiddled his thumbs. Sal looked around the room, thinking of why Q was like this, until he realised what he wanted in return. "Your turn, yeah?" Sal chuckled, as he witnessed Q's eyes light up with excitement. Q hoisted his hips up into the air, yanking his jeans and boxers down to his mid-thigh, before Sal leant down, his lips curling around his length. Q pressed his hand against the back of Sal's head, as he felt Sal's lips lower down his shaft, taking the whole of him. Q breathed heavily, as he felt his climax slowly build. Sal pulled his lips away, as he ran the tip of his tongue over Q's slit, teasing him, before engulfing his shaft once more. It didn't take long for Q to release his creation, as Sal practically drank it all. As Sal sat back up, Q surprised him with a kiss to his cheek.

"I love you, Sal."

"I love you too...Q." He smiled.